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THE SALEMITE
December 10, 1943.
We’U Miss You, Mrs. Wlams
We don’t exactly know where to start, Mrs.
Williams. We haven’t gotten used to the idea
that you are leaving us. We can’t imagine
what it will be like not to see a short, plump lit
tle figure, bursting with life, directing our plays
and our meetings. Things became alive when
you stepped in. The rehearsals took on new
meaning to us. (If you can’t believe this, you
should have seen them when you weren’t
there).
You have done a lot with and for us. We
really have given some good plays . . . remem
ber Sanctuary, White Iris, Stage Door, Hay
Fever . . . that last was your favorite, wasn’t
it? But then you always said that each of
them meant something special and very differ
ent to you. Every play that you selected was
one we grew to love and never tire of.
Perhaps it wasn’t just the play we grew
to love and never tire of. Rather it was a
spontaneous, never failing laugh that gave us
a great boost before curtain time. It was a
head of short brown hair and a novel hat
perked on the back. It was those encourag
ing looks off stage when we stumbled over a
line and that genuine “Children, I am proud
of you” —after each performance.
We have always felt that we didn’t do you
justice — that we didn’t quite come up to your
teachings and expectations. But because of
this we worked harder the next time.
Shall any of us' ever forget, those afternoon
teas at your home? We really looked forward
to those. For one whole afternoon we were
jerked out of a world of care into one of make-
believe. AVe were, for that little while, just
what we wanted to be —and you were there —
one of us.
Remember us, Mrs. Williams, and come to
see us often. We demand that you be there
on your stool beside the ropes every time the
curtain goes up to give us just that right
amount of confidence in ourselves—and in you.
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Have you ever had labs five days a week?
Have you ever had to practice every day
until five o’clock? If you have, you know
what it is to try to get all your library work
done and still have time to go up town for
the necessary recreation as well as the nec
essary shopping.
Can’t the library be kept open Sunday
night to give us an opportunity to do our
work the way it should be done? Yes, I
know it is thoughtless and selfish, but there
are many reasons for this request. Those
lucky people who go away for week-ends have
to do their woi-k Sunday night. Those who
have guests for the week-end have to do theirs
Sunday night. Those of us who work hard
all week on campus find that Saturday night
is the only time we can go out. We can’t do
our work on Saturday and then go shopping
and to a show on Sunday. We can’t go any
where on Sunday. It is practically impos
sible to study in the dormitory on Sunday
night because there is no study hour when
quiet is maintained.
When term papers and tests come around,
there is a strong need for having the library
open all week-end. If you wander through
Main Hall Sunday night, you will find a large
number of girls studying there because that
is the only quiet place, they can find. If you
listen to the comments in the smoke-house and
halls, you will hear girls saying that they
can’t get the book they’re supposed to study,
so they will go to class unprepared.
We know that we are not supposed to study
or work on Sunday, but as long as teachers
continue making week-end assignments, we
will be forced to study then. Many other
colleges have recognized this need. Why
can’t Salem?
ARE WE FIGHTING?
EDITOBIAL DEPARTMENT
Editor-in-Chief Mary Louise Rhodes
Assistant Editor Sebia Midyette
Associate Editor Lucille Newman
Sports Editor ! Nell Jane Griffin
Music Editor Margaret Winstead
Copy Editor Mary Ellen Byrd
Mak(?-up Editor Bffie Ruth Maxwell
Faculty Advisor Miss Jess Byrd
Staff: Mary Lucy Baynes, Margaret Bullock,
Martha Boatwright, Anne Brown, Adele Chase, Rosa
lind Clark, Mary Coons, Margery Craig, Evelyn Davis,
Nell Denning, Adair Evans, Marianne Everett, G(?ne-
vieve Frasier, Mary Frances Garrou, Elizabeth Gudger,
Sarah Hege, Martha Lou Heitman, Nancy Jane Hel-
sabeck, Nancy Hyatt, Jancft Johnston, IVances Law,
Renora Lindsey, "Katherine Manning, Marjorie Martin,
Sarah Merritt, Marguerite Mullin, Jane Mulhollem,
Mary Alice Neilson, Coit Redfeam, Doris Schaum,
Katherine Schwalbef, Nancy Stone, Virtie Stroup,
Margaret Styers, Helen Thomas, Normie Tomlin, Bar
bara Weir.
BUSINESS DEPARTMENT
Business Manager Betty Moore
Ass’t. Business Manager Lib Beckwith
Advertising Manager Emily HarMs
Circulation Manager Elizabeth Bernhardt
Advertising Staff: Aileen Seville, Betty Dunning,
Betty Harris, Mary Gordon Walters, Sara Lefe Bran
don, Marion L. Hall, Nancy Kenny, Jacque Dash,
Betsy Thomas, Caroline Hill, Kitty Angelo, Kathleen
Phillips, Katy Bly Love, Juanita Miller, Mary Charles
Watson, Phyllis Hill, Snookie Willis, Frances Elder,
Norma Rhodes, Mildred Garrison.
CIRCULATION STAFF
Jean Hodges, Edith Longest, Ruth Maxwell, Bar
bara Watkins, Margaret Huckabee, Catherine Bunn,
Dorothy Langdon, Rosamond Pntzel, Martha Lou
Heitman, Margaret Bullock, Helen Bobbins Beti
Stafford. ' '
December 7, 1943, and immediately to oiir
minds flash the words, Pearl Harbor—Decem
ber 7, 1941. This war began just that quickly,
and without warning.
That shock w'e received two years ago will
not be forgotten—the war is not over. The
ones we love are at the fronts of battle now,
fighting to preserve our American heritage,
the thing that is so inbred in us that it seems
innate. Many have died, many more than we
realize—they all died fighting. Not once did
they quit believing and fighting for the Amer
ican way of life.
So much has been written that words,
tliough full of meaning, seem trite. Somehow,
there seem to be no words that can readily ex
press that tearing, boiling, tumultous feeling
within us. It is there, although we may not
recognize it now—that urge to fight for the
rights of free men to live fairly in a free
country and a peaceful world.
Yes, two years ago Pearl Harbor was at
tacked—it seems that it has been a long time.
The way has been hard, but freedom is worth
the price. That is why we must fight. Are
we college girls of America, really fighting?
A Salem freshman is a girl accepting re
sponsibilities with many emotions. She has
her moments of worry, her moments of tears,
and her moments of laughter. She worries
because she has not had enough experience to
be absolutely sure that she is doing the right
things and making the right decisions. She
cries because she is homesick, because she is
sometimes frightened by the vast future she
is facing, and because she is depressed or
overjoyed by the outcome of her attempts at
success. She laughs because she discovers the
uselessness of tears, because she is making
friends who need her laughter, and because
she is aware of the keen sense that life calls
for laughter.
—From a theme by Caroline Hill.
Afuuiie^ Z6/pa4iole>i
EL NACIMENTO DE JESUS
8. Y habia pastores en la misma tierra, que velaban y guardaban
las vigilias de la noche sobre su ganado.
9. Y he aqui el dngel del Senor vino sobre ellos, y la claridad de
Dios los cerc6 de resplandor; y tuvieron gran temor.
10. Mas el angel les dijo: No temais; porque hef aqul os doy nuevas
de gran gozo que sera para todo el pueblo:
11. Que os ha nacido hoy, en la ciudad de David, un Salvador, que
es Cristo el Senor.
12. Y esto os sera por senal: hallarSis al nino envuelto en pannales,
echado en un pesebre.
13. Y repentinamente fue con el dngel una multitud de los ejercitos
celestiales, que alababan a Dios, y d^cian:
14. Gloria en las alturas a Dios, y en la tierra paz, buena voluntad
con los hombres.
S. Lucas 2:8-14.
Don’t ^ote Me....But
By Lueile Newman
The laurels of the week go to Miss MeNefely who is not only carry
ing on as Registrar but also as nurse to second floor Strong . . . This flu
isn’t funny so button up that coat and get plenty of sleep . . . besides
the infirmary can’t take any more.
Mr. Campbell thinks that F. C. should stand for “Fair and consol
ing” . . . well now, we personally agree . . . especially since you don’t see
us over at that so-called Park Hall this year. Speaking of Mr. C. . . .
you should have seen him Christmas shopping for “his three women” . . .
hummmm . . . (sisters and sisters-in-lawf?). We hear also that you are
an authority on-lip stick . . Mr. C.
There was definitely one bright spot in the week and that was
Tuesday’s chapel . . . that is the one program that we look forward to
year after year ... it just wouldn’t be Christmas without it.
While we are on chapel programs . . . there was Thursday’s chapel
... it was the first time we have heard Miss Read’s string quartet , . .
it won’t be last we sincerely hope. As for the cforal Ensemble, it is
always grand.
As long as we are recognizing the music department so generously
we may mention that we heard Dean Vardell’s “Joe Clark Steps Out”
last Sunday night. We told you to listen to W. Q. X. K. for grand list
ening . . . remember?
Let’s jump over to history . . . Mr. Holder we fear, just doesn’t ap
preciate us. Just because we tried to help him he remarked, “ I thought
I married Libbie so my classes wouldn’t have to look after me.” Now
we ask you, is that gratitude? By the way if any of you arc members
of the U. D. C. Mr. Holder can give you a lot of pointers . . . Heh, heh!
When you are signing up for next term remember Music Ap. . . .
it’s one grand course and you’ll never be sorry that you took it . . .
don’t let anybody tell you it ain’t crip ... it ain’t!! Wonderful never
theless.
For “right before Christmas” the atmosphere is mighty gloomy . . .
then term papers . • • "^^ew! . . . tests . . . ho'’-’-*’ 'R"*'
be gloomy . . . just think after Christmas we have
Good night . . • ^
horrors
exams!!
But don’t
KliP ON
* *
WITH WU BONDS •
IN THESE CHIEAT TIMES
(This poem was found on the body of Australian soldier killed in battl0
in 1942. Printed in Junior Red Cross Journal, September, 1943.)
Ye that have faith to look with fearless eyes
Beyond the tragedy of this world’s strife
And know that out of death and war shall rise
The dawn of better life,
Rejoice, whatever sorrow fills your heart,
That God has given you the priceless power •
To live in these great times and have your part
In Freedom’s crowning hour;
That ye may tell your sons, who see the light
Higli in the heavens, as their heritage to take,
“When I was young, I saw the darkness take its flight,
I saw the morning break.”